Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

So their wives weren’t young and firm anymore? So what? They made up for it with experience. They also had fewer inhibitions. Personally, I would have chosen a horny mom over a whole harem of eighteen-year-olds. The mom would do things the younger women couldn’t, wouldn’t, or shouldn’t. Hell, even Trip had figured that one out!

“Yeah, well… Ken’s an idiot,” I said.

Allie snorted a derisive laugh.

“Come on, I’ll prove it.”

Chapter 6

Allie entered the guest bedroom and then waited as I closed the door. I moved behind her, and she exhaled softly as I put my hand on her right shoulder. Her skin was soft and smooth, covered with freckles almost too faint to see.

I fingered the strap of her swimsuit and then slid it down to reveal the pale skin underneath. She sighed again as I kissed her bare shoulder. The air between us crackled with anticipation.

After a moment she leaned back against me, and I nuzzled her neck. At the same time I slid the strap from her left shoulder. Allie pulled her arms free and pushed the swimsuit down to her waist. I cupped her bare breasts from behind. They were soft and full, and her breathing picked up when I caressed her nipples.

“I was thinking about them yesterday,” I told her. “Last night, too. And this morning.”

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm. The real ones are even better.”

She spun in my arms and kissed me full on the mouth. Her breasts flattened against my bare chest, and her arms circled me. Her tongue found mine, and our breathing grew heavy as our kisses heated up.

I guided her toward the bed with my body and then stepped back to admire her. Her breasts sagged predictably, but they were big enough to hold their round shape. Bikini-shaped triangles framed large, pale pink nipples.

She held her breath and waited for my reaction.

“You know my policy.”

“Yes,” she sighed, “but go ahead.” She sounded relieved more than annoyed.

I grinned. “Big or small, round or flat, saggy or perky…”

“You only care if you can touch ’em,” she finished.

“Yep.”

Allie rolled her eyes at my teenage boy expression, although she pursed her lips with amusement. Then she put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest.

“Go ahead.” Her eyes flashed when I moved in like a groper, although she relaxed when I simply slid them around her waist.

“Yeah, okay,” I admitted, “maybe I’m not a teenage boy after all. Although…” I tugged the end of my towel loose and let it fall to the floor. My erection sprang up between us. “I guess I am. In one way, at least.”

Allie glanced between us and unconsciously moistened her lips.

“Oh, no, not yet,” I chuckled. “I wanna see the rest of you first. Time to get you naked. And I mean it this time.”

I tugged her towel loose, and it fell on top of my own. Then I gently pushed her backward, until her legs hit the bed.

She sat down and lay back automatically, and I realized she was holding her breath. Her stomach wasn’t tight and smooth like a teenager’s, but she wasn’t fat. Far from it, actually. And her breasts flattened against her chest instead of floating majestically, but I didn’t care about that, either.

She was a beautiful woman and deserved to feel like it, so I met her eyes and smiled. She returned it with genuine relief and reached for me.

“Uh-uh. First things first.”

The top half of her swimsuit was bunched around her hips. I gripped it, and she raised them. I slid the stretchy material under her butt, lifted her legs, and pulled the stretchy material toward her knees.

I caught my first glimpse of her pussy and breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was completely smooth, her skin much lighter where her bottoms normally covered.

“For me?”

She rolled her eyes with a look that hadn’t changed in a thousand years: Men!

I slid the swimsuit over her ankles and tossed it aside. Then I sank to one knee, spread her legs, and pushed them toward her chest.

Her pussy parted easily and glistened with moisture. Her outer labia were smooth and thin, a rosy pink that faded to pale flesh. Her inner lips were the same pink, slightly darker. They formed a crease at the top and flared at her opening.

She flinched when I ran my palms up her thighs, although she relaxed again quickly. My touch was intimate and insistent, but she was still in control, could still say no. She didn’t, so I gently probed her opening. She squirmed with growing desire as I lubricated the tips of two fingers.

After a moment I teased her clit. It was hidden under the fold at the top of her inner lips, but it grew firmer as I rubbed in small circles. Then I slid my index and middle fingers into her warm, smooth pussy. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew heavier.

Part of me wanted to fuck her now, but I held back. We weren’t ready for that. Besides, I didn’t want to take the time to fetch a condom. Instead, I fingered her gently and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her moans grew louder as her pleasure built.

“Move up,” I said at last. “I wanna taste you.”